Women are not Wussies!!

She walked through the fire and didn’t burn,
Took every hit life made her earn.
Left in the dark, she lit her way,
Turned broken nights to brighter days.

She wakes up sick but still gets by,
No call for help, no asking why.
Cold in her chest, she stands her ground,
Keeps moving on, won’t slow down.

(Chorus)
They never made her weak or small,
No “wimpy” label could fit at all.
She’s built from grit, from pain, from fight,
The kind that turns dead dark to light.
Don’t speak her name like she’ll break down,
She wears her scars just like a crown.
You call her soft? You got it wrong—
She’s proof that pressure makes you strong.

Ready to give birth she drives in the rain,
Pushing through the fear, handling the pain.
No one to hold, no time to wait,
She gets herself to that hospital gate.

She breathed it out, no fear, no fight,
Brought life to earth like it was light.
No panic there, no crying for aid,
Just calm and strength in how she stayed.

(Bridge)
She’d face the worst before she’d fold,
A stubborn fire, steady and bold.
Won’t beg for help, won’t fall apart,
She trusts the strength inside her heart.
Put her in a cage, she’ll bend those bars,
Aim her in the dark, she’ll find new stars.
Back her to a wall, she’ll scratch through stone,
Turn a dead‑end road to a way back home.

(Chorus)
They never made her weak or small,
No “wimpy” label could fit at all.
She’s built from grit, from pain, from fight,
The kind that turns dead dark to light.
Don’t speak her name like she’ll break down,
She wears her scars just like a crown.
You call her soft? You got it wrong—
She’s proof that pressure makes you strong.
They never made her weak or small,
No “wimpy” label could fit at all.
She’s built from grit, from pain, from fight,
The kind that turns dead dark to light.
Don’t speak her name like she’ll break down,
She wears her scars just like a crown.
You call her soft? You got it wrong—
She’s proof that pressure makes you strong.

Pop Rock
(fun, theatrical)
Medium to Fast tempo
Male singer